"I know." He said with soft furrowed brows. "I'm real sorry Luna."
She nodded and glanced around the stadium at everyone staring at them. "I forgive you." She said looking back at him. "Anyone who is crazy enough to come out bare ass on the ice des...
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Luna loved her dorm room. It was quiet, strung with vine lights and just enough posters that the beige walls felt normal. The room quickly became her safe space. She loved it here.
"Luuuuunaaa." That familiar voice rang behind her door.
She groaned but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Sitting up in her bed, she waited a moment. "3...2...1–"
"Luna Jackson, I know you're hiding in that cave, I will break this door down." Bucky said, his voice muffled against the wood. She laughed knowing that he would probably try. "Is that a laugh I heard? Does the idea of me hurting myself just to see you make you laugh!" By now he was also laughing.
Luna stood and grabbed the door, tugging it open with her signature frown. "My door isn't a beer can tower you can just put your head through."
"I wore a helmet." He smirked leaning against the door frame, "once. It really got in the way the second time.... And the third."
Luna raised a brow, "that explains so much."
He finally glanced down at her, that Barnes smile proving to send a shot of warmth straight to her belly. "You wound me, pretty girl."
"You'll survive." She grinned and turned on her heel to jump back onto her bed.
Bucky tugged the back of her shirt shaking his head as she turned to look at him. "You aren't crawling back into that bed. You promised you'd come to the rink with me."
"If I remember correctly you assumed I was coming." She scowled. "The rink is cold and my bed is warm. Cozy warm. Makes you want hot chocolate and a good book warm."
He smirked. "If you come with me I'll buy you a hot chocolate there."
"Not the same thing," she pouted. "Not the same thing at all."
"I'll make sure you stay warm," he pressed, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet.
"Don't be perverse," Luna warned, screwing her face up in mock disgust.
"I meant that you could wear my jersey, jeez," Bucky huffed but there was a knowing smirk building in the corner of his mouth.
"You should be so lucky," she said but then let out a world-weary sigh. "Fine. Gimme ten minutes to change."
Crossing the room, Luna began pulling clothes from her closet. She knew damn well how cold that rink was when she wasn't working up a sweat on the ice, usually dragged on by Bucky who'd had enough of running drills and challenged her to races she'd never win.
She chucked her warmest sweater onto the bed, a pair of thermal leggings to wear under her jeans and the thickest socks she owned and then turned to Bucky who was still leaning in her doorway. He was watching her with that look he gets sometimes, eyes soft and hazy.
